Old Liu had been a domineering man his whole life, but in the end, he was despised by his daughter-in-law. Even his own son didn't get any good treatment. Looking at his granddaughter, he couldn't help but feel waves of sorrow on his face.
The saying "being an elderly person is difficult" is not without reason.
All three children are equally precious to me; I can't favor any of them.
Money is a bastard.
He took out his pipe from his waist, lit it shakily, and after a long while exhaled a puff of smoke. The deep wrinkles on his forehead seemed to tell the story of a lifetime of suffering.
“Dami, good child, don’t worry about your uncle, he’s just saying things in anger—tell Grandpa what happened. Grandpa may not have much money, but he still has face. He’ll swallow his pride and beg him to help you get through this difficult time first.”
Xu Milu felt a warmth in her heart, squatted down, looked into the old man's eyes, and said, word by word:
"Grandpa, I'm not here to ask you for money, I'm here to give you money."
Old Liu's expression finally changed, showing some surprise.
Liu Hongjun chuckled, a hint of patriarchal sarcasm in his voice:
"You've grown some guts, haven't you? Daring to give the elders in the family a hard time? Just because you went to college, you think you can look down on everyone? Go ask around, how many granddaughters ever take their old men home?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Keep the 50,000 yuan safe, consider it money for your coffin."
Liu Hongjun was being unreasonable, and Xu Milu didn't give him any face either, sneering, "I'll take care of Grandpa from now on, it has nothing to do with you."
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Old Liu had very little luggage. Besides two cotton-padded coats, a few faded undershirts, his lifelong pipe, and his late wife's portrait, he didn't bring anything else.
Xu Milu called Sun Zhi directly and took the old man home.
After everyone left, Liu Hongjun rummaged through the cold rice on his plate, remaining silent, his expression showing some regret.
While sweeping up the grapes that had rolled all over the ground, Tian Meiling accidentally stepped on one and crushed it, getting her foot covered in sticky pulp.
"Alright, your father's gone, who are you putting on that face for? You think I'm wrong? Why didn't you say anything when you asked for money?"
Tian Meiling threw down what she was holding and started grumbling. The sound of a key turning came from outside the door; it was their son, Liu Xingnian, who had returned.
"Dad, Mom, what's wrong at home? Where's Grandpa?"
People are in high spirits when they have good news. Liu Xingnian just set a wedding date and bought a car. He is beaming with joy every day.
"Your grandpa was picked up by his granddaughter! He can't tell the difference between family and friends at all—he even bragged that he'd be hired as a head chef with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan. Anyone can brag like that!"
Tian Meiling muttered irritably.
Liu Xingnian couldn't help but frown:
"The rice is here? Did you make my grandpa angry again? I've told you so many times, he's my own grandpa, can't you be nicer to the elderly?"
Liu Hongjun muttered, "That's still your own father! Going to stay at your daughter's house, aren't you afraid people will laugh at me!"
Tian Meiling vividly recounted what had just happened, even showing her son the grapes in the trash can:
"Bringing a bunch of rotten grapes to visit relatives? How petty!"
Liu Xingnian frowned, just about to offer some advice to his mother, when he looked down and his eyes widened in surprise:
"Isn't this that 'super fruit' that's selling like hotcakes online? It's over 400 yuan a pound, and you can't buy it even if you fight tooth and nail—did Da Mi bring it?"
"How many???"
Tian Meiling screamed in fright:
"Isn't it just a rotten grape? Don't try to fool me. What kind of grape costs over 400 yuan a pound? Is it made of gold?!"
Seeing that the two people didn't believe him, Liu Xingnian showed them the photos. After comparing them, Tian Meiling's heart was bleeding.
Four hundred yuan per pound, that's at least eight hundred yuan wasted!!
"That's not right!!"
Tian Meiling slapped her forehead: "She's willing to buy such expensive fruit! Honey, has your older sister's family really made a fortune?!"
Liu Hongjun was also filled with surprise and uncertainty. The couple looked at each other, their expressions indescribably interesting, like a comical painting.
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